It is strange how so many of us, rush after a similar goal without even realizing that may be we could have done something else (Read-Unconventional) and make a career out of it as well.As soon as my board exams were over,I found my relatives and seniors asking me-"Ki re Joint dibi toh"??...."Haan"-I found myself mumbling back,BUT I made it a point not to study anything which is remotely associated with Physics,Chemistry or Maths.Instead I read lots of story books,went through the newspapers,brushed up my General knowledge and did a host of other things I was unable to pay attention to for the past two years.I think,it is improbable to even think of getting a decent rank by studying for just 15-20 days,So i decided to give myself a break before life catches up with its own pace.

Place-k.v Salt lakeThen:OMG!!What am i gonna do for three hours??(I found out real soon what I could do in those few hours!!)

My Observations:

People here are so devoid of common sense and they want to become ENGINEERS!!WOAH!!I mean a guy sitting diagonal to me prefers writing on his lap than keeping the paper on the table and by the time reaches forty he is already a hunch-back!A girl sitting in front of me most joyously signs in the place allotted for the invigilator without even bothering to glance at the given paper.Another guy rubbed off his fingerprints (on the given sheet)with a cloth which was actually given to wipe his hands!!

I agree that Life is very short for everything to fall in place but ASK YOURSELF!!DO You want to spend the rest of your lives thinking what you do is best or doing what you think is best??

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Last night I again broke down crying to myself..."Why me God?Why me?.He gave NO answer.I grew furious but i had to remember that my father,who was blissfully snoring beside me should not be disturbed.I let out a sigh."Do you even exist?"-my eyes were welled up with tears by then.Most people must be wondering as to why I had been this upset in the first place.The details are extremely personal for me to pen down but at that moment peer pressure was vehemently challenging the base of my very existence.They say that there is no such thing called Dream Man.It is merely an adage invented by the music industry,chocolate and flower shop owners or even authors to keep their business going.Since I never gave into the monetary aspect of LOVE;such maxims don't bother me much.I just looked at the star-lit sky yesterday and discovered something while my tear glands(duh!)were cleaning up my eyes.You know how it is said sometimes that two people often look at the same star,think ing about each other without even having the slightest hint about their existence?I just found out something more about it yesterday night.As the gentle wind caressed my face I felt that the “other” person was comforting me.A smile grew on my face in no time and even for a momment it did not occur to me as surreal or absurd.Two or three drops of water fell on my hands.But hey!I had stopped crying a few minutes back.So was he shedding tears this time?Had it been this difficult of him to watch me cry in the first place?I looked up and felt joyous,also I realized that that a SANE person could never have such sky-high(literally!!)expectations.PJ’s have always been my forte so I tried cracking one.Just when I was in the middle of it my Mom came up to me and said-“Are you out of your mind or something?What on earth are you doing here at 2 30 in the morning??”“ERRRrrr”-was all I could say.I went back to bed contemplating as to why nature is considered as the epitome of all romanticism.In the arms of nature you don’t have to try hard or even be someone else to impress the one you love.You need not be mushy or over-enthusiastic,far-fetched or forlorn,even if most people do not agree to my perception,I can never forget last night when all my hearts desires found their culmination.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

He said-“In America, teachers and students are like buddies, but here teachers think that they know everything due to which they are unable to connect to their students”.Who cares?I do not mean to be disrespectful towards my new OH-SO-HOTEnglish Teacher but we can’t afford to be bothering about things we can never change.”WE” have been long exposed to a certain way of teaching; so as students it is our duty to respect and imbibe whatever we are able to derive from the sacred student-teacher relationship.So,according to me it was inappropriate of him to pose a such a contradiction in front of students he was setting his eyes on for the very first time.Was he aware of the consequences?Was he remotely bothered that such a statement could lead a child to hate his/her country?

Anotherthing which I disliked about “That” man was that he was bent upon degrading Indians Languages.Superiority Complex had set in after all.He also finds great pleasure in imitating people who supposedly have a terrible accent.Quoting-“Hisssh p-a-r-form-a-n-c-ewa-ssh b-h-erry good”. I felt like handing over My Bengali poem book to him and make him read it out loud.At least then he could realize that there is both sides to the same coin.I mean DUDE,if you do not like this country no one is pressing you to stay here. You can sure as well return back to your own country. Everynation no matter how great or humble it might be, has its own history and it is not only unjust but highly dangerous to “Mislead” a bunch of high spirited teenagers to criticize their own country.

“JUSTICE”…you might as nonchalantly-“Yeh kis chiriya ka naam hai?”Is it in knowing that you have the power to affect a change or does it imply on upholding those values you have been brought up with?Is Justice laced with monetary garnishing s or is it your inner voice urging you to always stand up for what you believed in?

As impulsive as always I decided to give the Common law admission Test(CLAT).However It was during those two hours with Mr. Noshir Mehta, my English teacher, when I understood that law was much much more than having a fat pay cheque at the end of every month or shopping at Gucci and Prada. Once again we have two choices to consider. We could either be cold and manipulative and not let our emotional setbacks nail every chance of emotional prosperity OR we can just help that poor man out from being in his Master’s oppression and that little girl whose virginity has been excruciatingly ripped off from her delicate body.Does that timid yet contended smile of victory matter any less than coming first in class for the very first time or winning a race during the sports meet at school?

No,It doesn’t. I am not sure whether I would be able to crack CLAT or not, even if I do, I don’t know whether I would be actually studying law or not. But there is one thing I am positive about-I WILL ALWAYS SIDE THE TRUTH. No matter how absurd or illogical might it sound coming from a seventeen year old,but yes through my blog I solemnly promise to one and all to remain faithful and honest to myself and to the constitution of my country.

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